The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass.
Nature has no outline. Imagination has.
thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.
Auguries of innocence "The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
What has reason to do with the art of painting?
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?